Virtual (vignette) (Patreon)

“YOU logged in, after all.  No one forced you to come here,” the voice said.  “The terms are spelled out very clearly.  We’re not liable because YOU didn’t read them.   Now, for $6,500 you can choose from one of our existing packages, or for $10,000 you can customize.  If, as you said, you’re unable to afford either of those options, we can open things up for auction.  Men like you do tend to fetch a high price.”

Justin couldn’t believe what he was hearing.  “Look, come on, now!  You can’t expect me to…this is all just a mistake!  I didn’t see any terms anywhere!  I thought this was just a porn site.  Sorry to have taken up your time, but if you’ll just let me…” He trailed off when a fifteen second countdown appeared on the wall in front of him.  “No!  Okay, listen, I don’t have the money in my account, but I can get it!  I just need to get out of here and I can get…”

Justin’s frantic pleas were interrupted by a loud buzzer.  “Auction it is,” the voice cheered.  As it spoke, a large chat window appeared where the countdown had been, and the dark-haired hunk’s stomach sank as he saw what appeared to be hundreds, if not thousands, of usernames scrolling rapidly by.  He blushed, trying not to think about the fact that each one represented a person who could see him standing in nothing but a thin undershirt and boxers, his athletic frame more accentuated by both than he’d like.  Justin tried to speak, but he found his mouth unresponsive as his arms seemed to lift of their own accord, outstretched from his sides while he began to rotate in a slow circle.  “Welcome friends, and thank you for coming.  As you can see, we have quite the specimen up for bid this evening.  Let me introduce our guest of honor, Justin!  He’s twenty eight years old, an MBA holder, and he works in project management,” the voice said, sounding like it was introducing a gameshow contestant.  “You can see for yourselves that he’s quite a looker with that lovely black hair and those brooding features, but to get into the specifics, he’s 5’11” and 165 pounds of lean muscle.  The highest bidder will get to see the rest of his measurements, but, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, there looks to be quite a bit to work with.  As always, whoever wins will still be responsible for our standard rates.  With that, let the bidding begin!”

Justin had circled back around when the bidding started, and his stomach dropped when he saw the numbers people were throwing around.  The very first bid was for $15,000, which was quickly doubled by the next user only seconds later.  By the time his slow rotation had brought him full circle once more the highest bid was $750,000, and while a small part of his ego swelled at the thought of someone spending that much money based solely on his looks, he dreaded the implication.  No one would shell out three quarters of a million dollars at a date auction, which meant they had something much worse in mind.  He tried to remember what he’d heard about the site, but all he knew was that it supposedly housed stuff that couldn’t be seen anywhere else.  It was supposed to be incredible to watch with a VR headset, almost as good as the real thing, he’d read.  The price tag for admission was daunting, but again, Justin knew you could find anything on the internet.  When he’d found the admission code it had a warning to use at your own risk, and now he was starting to understand why.  He never thought simply logging onto a website would somehow land him in the role of performer instead of spectator, and he still didn’t understand how it was even possible.  He was wearing his VR goggles in his apartment; he didn’t know how he was feeling and hearing things like he was actually experiencing them, nor did he understand how anyone else could see him.  He had a sliver of hope that it was all just an elaborate set up, but that didn’t explain how the program rendered him in his current outfit, or how it knew so much about him.

He had his back turned when the winning bidder was announced.  “Going once…going twice…sold!  For $1.2 million!  Congratulations, Justin, on fetching one of our highest amounts this month, and congratulations BlckGldBooty on your acquisition.  The rest of you, please feel free to enjoy the rest of our site, or check out one of our other auctions.  There are quite a few choices this evening, so don’t be shy.”

Justin stopped rotating, but he still couldn’t speak as the chat window vanished. His heart raced as he stood, immobile, listening to one side of a conversation he was helpless to stop.  “Congratulations again on your win, BlckGldBooty.  Now, did you want a prepared option or…custom!  Great!  I can see that the funds have already been transferred, so we’re good to get started.  How would you like to…ah, yes, the dancer option.  Always a classic.  Did you want him to just strip, or did you want to see everything in action?  In action, yes, of course.”

Justin winced and started when the white void around him vanished without warning, replaced by a loud, bustling club.  To his horror, he wasn’t in the crowd but up on stage, staring out at a sea of expectant faces.  Now that he was in a simulated environment, the horrible realism stood out even more.  He could feel the smooth stage beneath his feet, and could smell the musky cloud of sweat mingling with alcohol that hung in the humid air.  When his feet began moving of their own accord, taking him close to the edge of the stage, Justin wanted to scream when he felt actual hands brushing against his feet and calves, but all he could do was smile and purse his lips.

He raged internally as the music grew louder and he began swaying his hips.  Instead of jumping off the stage or covering himself he folded his arms behind his head, licking his impressive biceps while he bounced his cock against the front of his boxers.  He tried to convince himself that the thick hose wasn’t actually starting to harden as he turned and bounced his perky bubble, his hands slipping down to grip his collar.  When he turned back around he tore the thin shirt off at the same time, his chiseled pecs and washboard abs flexing with the motion.  He wanted to look horrified, but Justin batted his eyes and flashed a smug grin as he traced a finger through the dark, wiry dusting on his prominent chest, circling around his pert little nipples before gliding down the light trail of hair bisecting his abs.  When he reached his boxers he hooked his thumbs in the waist, pulling them out as far as they’d go to the sides, teasingly lowering the left half, then the right, before letting it snap back.  He pushed them down to just above the base of his cock, exposing his trim bush as he bunched the legs to show off his muscled quads and heft his girthy package.  Justin tried in vain to stop himself as he bounced the twitching hose and gave it a squeeze, urging it to continue the tent it was building in his boxers.  He didn’t let go until he was at full mast, and when he did it was only to push the back down over his firm bubble, leaving the boxers precariously perched on his eight inch pole.

Justin felt like he was in a nightmare.  Everything was in the same vivid details as the dreams where he’d find himself naked during a board presentation, but even in his wildest dreams he’d never shucked his boxers and started jerking off before.  He wagged his solid pole around as he stepped out of the boxers and winged them into the crowd, giving the air a seductive thrust before fully going at himself.  He stroked and tugged at first, but his technique began to take on a more adventurous edge as he held his fists stationary and jackhammered into them with his hips.  The crowd going wild, he deep-throated a set of fingers while bucking into his hand like a rutting bull, the whole time moaning and whimpering in a fit of ecstasy.  Justin tried to hold back when he felt himself approaching the edge, but it was a futile effort as he erupted a few moments later, spraying harder than he ever had before.

The force of the release was overwhelming, and it took a moment for the stunned hunk to realize the bustling club had vanished.  He was still naked, his thick hose softening after the recent release, but he was back to the white, infinite void where he’d started.

“I agree…worth every penny,” the voice said.  “And now that you’ve seen where you’re starting…what would you like to change?”